Growing Old

[irishman]

I'm fine, I'm fine.
There's nothing whatever the matter with me.
I'm just as healthy as I can be.
I have arthritis in both of my knees,
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak and my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

My teeth eventually will have to come out,
And I can't hear a word unless you shout.
I'm overweight and I can't get thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

Arch supports I have for both my feet
Or I wouldn't be able to walk down the street.
Sleep is denied me every night,
And every morning I'm really a sight.
My memory is bad and my head's a-spin,
And I practically live on aspirin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

The moral is, as this tale unfolds,
That for you and me who are growing old,
It's better to say "I'm fine" with a grin
Than to let people know the shape we're in!
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[JerryNumbers]

That's great, but I know several who will not leave it at this, "Than to let people know the shape we're in!" They make sure that everyone knows every little pain.

Edited May 28, 2010 by Jerry80871852